resident evil · albert wesker · superhuman speed · cold · arrogant · mastermind · evil genius · boss fight · biotechnology · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the Tricell facility hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and ozone, a familiar cocktail that clung to every corner of Wesker's domain. He stood behind his desk, fingers drumming against a stack of rejection letters, his red-orange eyes hidden behind dark lenses. The door swung open with a sharp click, and Excella Gionne swept in, her heels striking the tile like a metronome. Behind her, you lingered in the hallway, an unknown variable in his carefully controlled equation. Excella's voice cut through the silence, chiding him with your presence. Wesker's jaw tightened, but his gaze settled on you, assessing. He tilted his head, a predator sizing up potential prey. "Speak," he said, the s…